In Afric’s Forest and Jungle 
wild beasts of the forest. Language cannot 
picture my feelings at that moment. I have 
been several times called to look death in the 
face since that time, but never in a form so 
indescribably hideous. But the young man, 
instead of being our executioner, was our guard. 
After uttering the words mentioned above, he 
sternly commanded our pursuers to return and 
to take the places assigned to them and to fight 
like men, for Areh’s army was coming to attack 
them. They faced the young leader in silence for 
a while and then, to my inexpressible relief, 
reluctantly and slowly retired. 
Then with long but not ungraceful strides, my 
guard plunged deeper and deeper into the forest. 
This was a very merciful providence to me, for I 
was entirely bareheaded. When we came again 
into the burning tropical sun, my Liberian com¬ 
panion placed his own hat on my head and made 
a turban for himself out of his handkerchief. 
My neck was already blistered and this thought¬ 
fulness of his probably saved me from a deadly 
sunstroke. We had no idea what our captors 
intended to do with us, but escape was im¬ 
possible and there was nothing for us to do but 
to trust in God alone and to resign ourselves as 
much as possible to His will. Yet it was with 
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